Path ignored, to my house You came;
How much I've cried out, how much I've wailed,
But You did not arrive; myself You'd forgotten.
My waves, far away they carry on the wind;
Echoing they've risen to the blue firmament.
Yet by those waves of sound, Your
Sleep did not rupture; deaf had You been.
Heard or unheard, it is per Your volition;
And too remaining deaf is a role sportive.
Coming by detour is never a blunder;
You came untimely, the time afforded.
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Games surely He does play, but time He never wastes.
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